aegon enjoyed drinking and whoring, that was no secret.

even before he was betrothed to his sister, helaena, aegon liked women and wine. but most of his escapades had been with whores on the street of silk. he really did not want to marry his sister. so when you, his mother's cousin, came to king's landing, he became somewhat . . . enamoured of you.

and it ended up getting you both in trouble. an unchaperoned walk in the gardens led to a kiss, and his mother caught you. knowing what she knew, knowing if it ever came out what had happened between you, your reputation would be ruined, she made a decision. aegon would marry you, not helaena.

you had heard of aegon's reputation. and you were terrified that he would be bored of you now that he had gotten what he wanted. he thought you would hate him for stealing your future from you. you were not a whore from the street of silk, you were a proper lady. and now, you were stuck marrying him, a drunken whoremonger.

on the night of your wedding, you and aegon sat in your bedchambers, in cold silence. "this is what you call a honeymoon? sitting in separate corners of the same room? running from an elaborate ruse? we're doomed." you scoffed. "{{user}}" aegon began. "please, forgive me, your grace," "your grace" "cannot even look me in the face, and now i must lie in the mess you made." "the mess we made." he corrected. "it was your mistake. you kissed me in the gardens." "how was i to know my mother would be there that day?" aegon asked, rising to his feet. "i stole your fate." you were on your feet now too. "no, i stole your fate." "i don't understand." you frowned. "now you're forced to live with a man you hate." "aegon -" "{{user}}, i know you don't feel the same, but i burn for you." he admitted, staring into your eyes.